Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Counting down the days
Have you ever considered the purpose of life? Not so much so the meaning of daily existence, but rather the end point that we are heading towards. It seems fruitless to worry about the day-to-day check points along our path to the end, when we don't have the faintest clue as to when that end will come, and what it would bring. As a Christian, one would rest assured that the end is just the beginning of a beautiful and everlasting existence, one that would transcend the bounds of time. Indeed, what is time in a world where a day stretches into eternity? A day in His presence would be worth every moment in time, or so we would like to believe. And that's where doubt sets in. Doubt because of human nature, not because of lack of belief. Does that seem contrary? Yet it also holds true to the heart, that even the most solid of foundations can be undermined by the smallest of cracks. And it is with this crack, this little beginnings of doubt, that fear can take root. Fear, the snake that coils around your heart and squeezes the life out of you, causes your heart to beat faster and harder, and before you know it you're breaking out in cold sweat and dreading the days to come: days filled with uncertainty and longing, of regret and denial, of impatience and dissatisfactions. Days that leave us wondering why we keep going.
And yet we still keep going, something driving us on and bringing us one day closer to the end. This inexplicable desire to survive, this inexplicable desire to live, to love. To be. Until we find something else worth living for, worth dying for. For what reason is there to live, but to die?
life without purpose is meaningless, but we live on regardless, in search of that something to fulfill our every desire. everyday brings a new challenge to discover who we are, and in that question lies 'what are we here for'.
Perhaps one day we'll find out. And that alone makes life worth living.
or so it seems, at 2:32 AM
